#a3 kumon

[1rottencarrot]

nic returns with scarlet mirror edits

[nikokrsu]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KUMON🎉

[moonstruck-writing]

Title: Permanence Characters: Kumon & Juza Hyodo | A3! Rating: G CWs: Kumon-centric, aged-up Kumon (over 18), angst, hurt/comfort, canon divergent, family troubles, (platonic) sibling bonding, kumon drives a motorbike Summary: Kumon’s anxiety is triggered by family problems, and Juza is there to offer him support Word count: 1.5k A/N: I wasn't planning on posting a hurt/comfort fic for Kumon's bday but here we are🙈​ He would like the sibling bonding so, happy bday Kumon 💕​

Kumon straddled his motorbike with the practised ease of someone who has ridden for a long time. However, he didn’t put on his helmet straight away. Instead, he placed it in front of him, before the handlebars.

He was supposed to pick some food up from his family home, that’s it. Their mum had so kindly made his and Juza’s favourite dishes. She had done that a million times. He knew the drill. It was almost routine.

Then, why did he feel his stomach was up in knots? He felt an intense sadness pressing down on his ribcage, urging him to throw up. How was he going to drive back in that state? And deliver Juza his part of the food, too?

He closed his eyes, trying to breathe in and out slowly through his nose. He could focus on his brother. Juza, strong and sturdy, had been a constant in his life. Nothing could change the fact that he was his older brother.

Would they have the same house to come back to anymore?

The thought broke through the happy memories he was trying to recreate, and Kumon bit his lower lip. He could feel his throat clenching, making his neck hurt. It felt like something big and unspeakable was being stored there. Something that didn’t exist yet, but that occupied the emptiness.

It was simply a fight, he told himself. Everybody fights now and then. This, too, shall pass. But he could still feel the shattered glass of the picture-perfect family scratching his skin as he walked through the scene in his mind. It shouldn’t hurt so much, but it did. He was barely bleeding.

He was weak. Kumon felt the tightness that had grabbed his throat, slowly descending to his chest. He recognised the sensation. It was a long-time friend he wanted to forget about. He recalled what he was supposed to do in times like this, keep taking slow, deep breaths.

The helmet slipped from the motorbike as he placed one hand over his heart and one over his belly. He felt the rise and fall of his belly, but his heart kept on rapidly beating.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

He wasn’t about to have an anxiety attack in front of his house. He was not a high school kid anymore. He could handle this much.

But ‘this much,’ was too much. He wasn’t prepared for this. His family, his house, had always been a sanctuary. Had it all been a lie? Or had he been blind?

The vibration in his pocket distracted his mind momentarily, enough to gain temporary relief.

<Drive safely. I’ll be in the kitchen.>

Kumon let out a shaky exhale while clutching his phone.

“Big brother.” A sob broke from his aching throat. For a second, he wished he was small again. He wished Juza would come to pick him up, and Kumon would ride behind him, clutching his hands around him. He didn’t want to let go of his big brother. Would Juza also leave him behind? Had he already started walking away, and Kumon hadn’t realised?

He felt he couldn’t trust himself, or his perception and judgment.

His thumb hovered over the call icon, but he eventually turned off his phone. He didn’t want to be a burden. As the tears that had rolled down his cheeks dried, his emotions settled enough for him to feel more like himself again. His mind still felt muddy with darkness, but it wasn’t enough to make him swim.

The drive back felt quick as Kumon focused on the road and all the stimuli he had to pay attention to. When he turned off the engine, he felt his stomach drop.

How was he going to face Juza?

Did he already know, had he been perceptive enough to see the signals before their mum had to say anything? Or was Kumon supposed to inform him? And what was he even supposed to say? ‘I think our parents may divorce’? He was not the one deciding for them. It may never happen.

But it was a scary enough possibility, that had only ever been a bad joke in the past. A joke that would have never crossed Kumon’s mind, but now it occupied every little cell.

The picture of his family as he knew it was only that, a picture of the past, of all the memories he selected to build a future in his mind. A future that recreated the patterns he was able to see, not what remained invisible, overshadowed but important.

He remembered the way his mum had sounded. Tired. Like she had reached a limit one can only reach after years of reality.

And she had faced that alone, with no one to even see anything. Or at least, Kumon certainly hadn’t.

Kumon sniffled and took off the helmet, enjoying the feeling of the air on his skin. The cool breeze chilled him and made him feel like he could breathe better. He took in the sounds of the night, the distant car sounds, the rustling of leaves, and the mellow chirping of crickets.

It was time to face it all. He had to speak with Juza.

He took the carefully wrapped bag of food and entered the house. As he had promised, Juza was in the kitchen.

“Welcome home, Kumon.” Juza looked up from the textbook and notebook that were splayed on the kitchen island.

“I’m back, big brother.” The sigh that punctuated his usually cheery sentence put Juza on alert.

“Did something happen?” He saw Kumon visibly tense up. “You don’t have to talk about it.”

“I... I don’t know.” Kumon placed the bag on the counter and they both started putting the food into the fridge. “Mum and Dad had fought. Or are fighting? I don’t know.”

“Oh.”

There was silence, thick with everything left unsaid.

“I feel so stupid.” Kumon rubbed his face as if trying to wake himself from a dream. “This shouldn’t bother me so much. I am an adult. They are also adults.” He took a couple of steps back, putting distance between himself and the Tupperware brimming with food cooked with love.

A world where both things coexisted — his mum’s love, her habits, how she took care of them, how she expressed her affection; and the brokenness he had seen — seemed impossible.

“They will always be our parents.” Juza stopped organising the food inside the fridge to turn to look at Kumon.

“Will they?”

The strain on Kumon’s face made Juza hesitate. Cold kept spilling from the open fridge, like a wicked promise.

Juza looked at him in silence. He knew Kumon was asking something else, something that he couldn’t find the words to voice, but was flowing in the air around them. And Juza didn’t have the answer.

“Did you… also know about it?” Kumon pawed at his sweatshirt, engulfing his hands with the cuffs.

“About the fight?” Juza finished storing the food and finally closed the fridge.

“Yes, but… not just about this time.” Kumon leaned against the counter, looking at the floor.

“Fighting is a regular part of any relationship.” The words felt like a proverb, a shared knowledge everyone knew was true, but still, Juza felt alienated when they came out of his mouth.

“Yes, I know that.” Kumon sighed and rubbed his clothed palms in frustration. “But not like this.”

“They’ll figure it out. It’s something between them.” Juza’s throat felt hoarse like he had been reciting a script for hours — but he hadn’t.

“But… what if they… don’t?” Kumon raised his head and stared at him without blinking. “You didn’t hear how mum sounded. Or how she looked. It was…” He looked away, his eyes wide with something akin to horror.

Suddenly, he felt a weight plop down on top of his head. Juza massaged his scalp, half trying to shake him from his thoughts, half wanting to comfort him.

“You are here now, Kumon.” There was something that wrapped around his words as he was saying them. Finally, Juza exhaled, feeling like himself again. The one role he didn’t have to act out was being a big brother. It was part of who he was. He couldn’t escape it but would never even want to.

A shaky breath escaped Kumon’s lips.

“And I am here with you.” Juza ruffled his hair, his gentle voice contrasting with the swiftness with which he let go, and Kumon felt the pain of the distance.

“Should I have noticed sooner, big brother?” The sad edge that cut his words seemed to cling to his features, too.

“Go to sleep, Kumon. It’s getting late.” Juza looked back to the textbook.

“But…” His voice was soft, almost like a whine, and his throat pulsated painfully.

Juza reached for his head again, and this time, he brought him close to his chest. With his forehead against him, Kumon could feel Juza’s heartbeat.

“Nothing will happen tonight. Or tomorrow. There’s time for you to clear your mind. You don’t have to worry about it now.” Juza stroked his hair softly, and Kumon felt the calm that usually came back to him after a big cry, or puking. But he hadn’t done any yet.

Maybe his body didn’t need to reject the emotions that reality caused him anymore. Maybe he had simply needed the loving touch of someone important to him, to remind him that he was safe and loved.

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[ashipikaur]

NATSUGUMI ☀️ ashi style!

haru / natsu / aki / fuyu

[jujumin-translates]

[A3!] Misumi Ikaruga | [SSR] MANKAI Shot | Off Shot: MISUMI - Part 1

Kazunari: …Okay, is everyone here?

Kazunari: Then let’s get the Operation: Happy Bday Sumi strategy meeting started ☆ 

Kazunari: Ah, but we’d be kinda cooked if Sumi finds us, so we’ve gotta keep our voices down.

Muku: R-Right! I’ll be careful.

Tenma: Man, it really already is almost Misumi’s birthday, huh… What are we gonna do to celebrate this time?

Kumon: How about we all go out to an amusement park or something!?

Kazunari: Ooh, banger idea, bestie!

Yuki: But is that something we can fit into our schedules right now? Wouldn’t doing something at the dorms be more flexible? We could do basically whatever he’d want if we did that.

Muku: Doing something like cooking together as a group would be wonderful.

Tenma: It could be nice to go somewhere and do some different activities.

Kazunari: Hold up, does that mean you’re suggesting a road trip!?

Kumon: Whoa! That’d be cool too!

Muku: All of those ideas sound like so much fun. I almost can’t figure out how to decide on one.

Tenma: Instead of narrowing things down, we’ve just thrown out more ideas than we know what to do with. Not to mention, there’s the issue of the budget too… Now, what are we supposed to do?

Yuki: What if we just asked Misumi what he wants to do directly?

Kumon: But we wanna make Sumi-san happy… Don’t you think it’d be better to surprise him with something?

Tenma: …Then why don’t we ask him what kinda things he’d like to do and what kinda places he’d like to go to, and then we’ll go ahead and surprise him based on that?

Muku: That could work…!

Kumon: That’s a great idea!

Kazunari: So true! That way, we can do what Sumi wants to do and still be able to surprise him. It should be a win for everyone!

*Misumi hops up onto the balcony*

Misumi: Hey, hey, what’re you guys talking about? 

Everyone: WHOA!!

Muku: M-Misumi-san! You startled us…

Tenma: Quit climbing up the walls out of nowhere!

Kumon: Last time you entered like that, Sakyo-san got really mad at—.

Izumi: Ah, there you are, Misumi-kun.

Sakyo: Ikaruga.

Misumi: Oh, Director-san and Sakyo.

Muku: S-Sakyo-san, it’s not what you think! M-Misumi-san was just, umm, well, he was climbing up the wall like a ninja as part of a role study…!

Sakyo: ? What are you talking about?

Izumi: (S-Seems like there’s been some kind of misunderstanding…)

Izumi: Err… We were looking for you, Misumi-kun.

Kumon: You were?

Sakyo: Well, it involves the rest of you, too. We’ll explain together.

Misumi: What is it~?

Sakyo: So, about the plan for this round of MANKAI Company’s birthday merch…

Sakyo: We’ve decided to sell bromide sets of the troupe members whose birthdays are coming up. The first one up is you, Ikaruga.

Izumi: That’s why we’re going to be scheduling a photoshoot pretty soon, so do your best, Misumi-kun.

Misumi: ‘Kaaay! Ehehe, I can’t wait~.

Izumi: Also, in those bromide sets, we’re also planning on including bromides with the theme of “Off Shot.”

Yuki: It is a bromide set, so it makes sense to have pictures with lots of different themes.

Kazunari: Off shot… Right!

Kazunari: Hey, so like, hear me out! What if we did birthday parties as a troupe?

Kazunari: Like where the birthday boy gets to choose what they wanna do and where they wanna go, and then the rest of the troupe puts together a party to celebrate!

Kazunari: If we take some off shot pics during that, we’d def get some good pics. It’s like two birds, one stone, right!?

Tenma: I getcha. If we take pictures while together as a group, it’ll really help to achieve that off shot look.

Yuki: That is a pretty fitting concept for birthday bromides.

Izumi: That is true. That could be a pretty good idea, but…

Izumi: (I wonder if Sakyo-san will allow it…)

Sakyo: …The pictures you take better be pretty damn good.

Kazunari: Obviously! 

Sakyo: They’ve gotta be pictures that will absolutely sell.

Kazunari: Just leave it to us!

Sakyo: …Then I’ll let you have some of the budget for it.

Kumon: FOR REAL!? Woohoo! 

Muku: Wahh, thank you so much, Sakyo-san!

Izumi: I mean, we were originally planning to have you guys take pictures of each other for the off shots…

Izumi: And we’ve already randomized the order of when you’ll be taking pictures of each other.

Tenma: So it’s probably a good idea to let whoever is in charge of taking pictures join in for the party too. That’s fine by us.

Kazunari: Yeah, anyone’s welcome, of course~!

Kumon: I mean, there’s no way any of us would say no to that!

Misumi: Hey, hey, who’s gonna be taking pictures of me?

Izumi: Just give me a sec to double-check. Umm, the person taking pictures of you, Misumi-kun, will be…

Izumi: Masumi-kun.

Misumi: Masumi!? Yaaay! 

Kumon: Alright, so Masumi-san will also join the party and take off shots of Sumi-san!

Yuki: Right, also, what kind of party do you want, Misumi?

Misumi: Me? I wanna—.

[ Next Part ⇢ ]

[icharchivist]

All the Innocent EP covers for the new Troupe's albums!

[yakeisoda]

a3 gummies!

[stellabyystarlight]

Redraw of a piece from last year of these two in outfits of mine cuz i miss them (was planning to make a simple drawing but i just ended up doing a clothing study ... Used refs obv 🙏)

[bansakufanno1]

Ensembukubu stars x A3! Sticker edits!! Can use/repost w credits :3

[jollyscribbles]

A3! Summer and Autumn charms!! Yippee!!!

[1rottencarrot]

( december 23 2023 ) a winter wonderland

[the-himawari]

A3! Magazine Interview Translation - B’s-LOG March 2024 [Cover Boys Interview]

The true faces of today’s flourishing young actors

This month’s cover features Hyodo Kumon & Izumida Azami. Azami didn’t have any particular school he wanted to go to. So when Kumon invited over him to Tsukushi High School, the two became senior and junior. The two of them show close they are by walking to and from school and eating lunch on the rooftop together.

We bring you a newly written interview that provides a closer glimpse of their true faces.

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Q: Do you have anything that’s been important to you since childhood?

Kumon: Since childhood, huh~? Ah! I thought of something!

Azami: What is it?

Kumon: A home run ball from my favourite baseball player! One day when I was little, I was watching a game at the stadium. While I was cheering as hard as I could, it flew right by me and I caught it.

Azami: Oh, that’s pretty amazin’. That’s not something you can get no matter how many times you go.

Kumon: Exactly! Do you have anything like that, Azami?

Azami: I’ve… always had a cheek brush with me. It’s kinda like my good luck charm.

Kumon: Ooh, right. I know which one you’re talking about!

Azami: Yeah, I’ve used it on you before.

Q: Would you rather be called “cool” or “cute”?

Kumon: I’d definitely be happier being called cool! You’re the same right, Azami!?

Azami: If it’s between those two choices, then I guess it doesn’t really matter what you call me. But I don’t like it when people call me cute to tease me. I hope they'll quit doing that.

Kumon: Now that you mention it, Azuma-san calls you cute every now and then, right? Like it’s so cute and innocent how you immediately get embarrassed whenever you talk about love.

Azami: That’s why I keep tellin’ him to quit it.

Kumon: That doesn’t make you happy?

Azami: Azuma-san is totally just makin’ fun of me.

Kumon: Eh~? I don’t think he’s teasing you though. I think he genuinely means it.

Q: Tell us the truth. Are you actually a scaredy-cat?

Azami: Nah, not really.

Kumon: Me neither! Actually, Azami and I went to a haunted house together the other day!

Azami: Right, Kumon said he wanted to go to one outta nowhere.

Kumon: I thought it’d be interesting so I invited Azami and we went right away. That haunted house was loads of fun!

Azami: Well. I guess I’m glad I went since I could use their makeup as reference.

Kumon: Maybe I’ll go with Summer troupe next time!? Ah, I wonder if they’d come though…

Azami: It wouldn’t hurt to try invitin’ them. …I can’t say for sure that all the members would go though.

Q: How would you confess? In-person, by phone, or by LIME?

Azami: H-HUH!? Who the hell would answer that!!

Kumon: It’s fine, it’s fiiine! By the way, I’d do it face-to-face for sure! I’d like to see their face as I tell them and make sure I'm getting my feelings across properly.

Azami: …I see.

Kumon: C’mon, Azami. How about you?

Azami: I’m not gonna say. Lay off me! Get to the next question already!

Kumon: I sure wonder when we’re gonna get to hear Azami talk about this stuff~.

Q: When you’re on a date… would you hold hands, link arms, or do something else?

Azami: Another question like this? You gotta be kidding me!

Kumon: Now, now. Chill out, Azami! Considering the distance with my girlfriend… I guess I’d like to hold hands. But I bet both are out for Azami! So for him, it’d be “something else”?

Azami: Hey, why’re you answering for me without askin’?

Kumon: I knew you wouldn’t answer so I figured I’d say something for you!

Azami: This isn’t somethin’ you talk about with other people!

Kumon: You weren’t saying anything though. You gotta give an answer here! For the Azami in my mind, I don't think he’d be interested in doing PDA outside—or rather, I don’t think he’d be able to do it in the first place… Ah, you see, Azami’s a serious guy! But I’m sure there’s someone out there who’ll say they like that about you!

Azami: Uh, why am I being encouraged right now…?

Kumon:: Anywho, what do you really think? Did my answer hit it out of the park?

Azami: Urk, don’t fricken ask me! No comment!

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[ivorysodapop]

Lefties

[gatos-e-flores]

a BUNCH of A3 drawings I did throughout the year, never posted them here. I have zero ideia how's the fandom here, hope you guys liked it x

[ashipikaur]

NATSUGUMMY SAIKYOUUUUUUUU

[bambuwu-writes]

tenma would get his finger stuck in the wall at chipotle. muku is nervously stage-whispering ‘tenchan be careful!! if you panic and move too much your finger will keep swelling and it’ll make it worse! oh my gosh i hope we dont have to call the fire department. what if theres a fire somewhere and they get there late because they’re here helping us with our finger problem…’ [←he reflexively says ‘us’ and ‘our finger’ so tenma doesnt feel bad. god hes a sweet kid…] yuki is the one at the counter asking for a little sauce cup of vegetable oil to get his ‘absolute DUMBASS’ friend out of their wall as soon as is humanly possible. originally he was gonna leave and pretend he didnt know tenma, but muku looked so nervous he might puke and kumon was reading a wikihow out loud to tenma about getting a stuck ring off a finger [’its like the next best thing right? if you think about it, the wall hole is kinda like a big ring! a square one!’]. where is the adult supervision, i hear you asking? misumi didnt come, but he sent along a request for chips. he will be disappointed when the guac comes in a circular cup. and kazu? kazu is. well. he’s livestreaming this. sakyo entered the live chat solely to yell at kazu for irresponsibly using the mankai official account, and kazu gave him a 24-hour ban that he is SOOOOOO getting a lecture for when he gets back.